The chamber was built in the tower, which stood exposed to the sea, and the roar of the wind was ceaseless.
"Here at least we shall be comfortable, I think," Cecil remarked, as they all entered.

"My frescoes are faded, but they represent flowers, not faces.

There are no eyes to stare at you from out of the walls here, Princess." The Princess laughed gaily as she seated herself before a Louis Quinze card-table, and threw a pack of cards across the faded green baize cloth.
"It is charming, this," she declared.

"Shall we challenge these two boys, Nigel?
You are the only man who understands my leads, and who does not scold me for my declarations." "I am perfectly willing," Forrest answered smoothly.

"Shall we cut for deal ?" Cecil de la Borne leaned over and turned up a card.
"I am quite content," he remarked.